Reborn as Mr.CEO s Fat Wife

Chapter 282: Chapter 282: Cheer up, Abigail Green! Cheer up, Abigail!
 

In contrast, Abigail Green remained much calmer.

Lincoln Green’s appearance did not significantly affect Abigail’s emotions.

This father was essentially a stranger to her; aside from feeling it was unjust for her former self, she cherished her current self and the life she now had even more.

As for the rest, it did not matter.

However, Brandon Piers’ attitude today really surprised her.

Whether it was out of respect for Teddy’s mother or simply a protective instinct, it made Abigail feel very warmed, as if someone was treasuring her.

Yet… whenever she thought about this man creating a weight loss plan for her because he could not tolerate her appearance, Abigail felt very uncomfortable.

Although after being reborn, she also disliked the excess fat of her former self, this body was now hers. She could disdain it herself, but she would not allow others to.

However, to give up weight loss out of spite was also impossible.

It was just very frustrating because what had originally been her own plan for losing weight now felt forced.

Unpleasant!

Despite feeling unpleasant, Abigail did not let it delay her weight loss plan at all.

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Within Brandon Piers’ meticulous plan, she adjusted the necessary and unnecessary parts of her body’s nutrition.

What she needed next was time.

Looking at the chubby girl in the mirror, Abigail no longer felt the initial confusion, disbelief, or resistance. Now, as she looked at the person in the mirror, she clearly knew it was herself.

She was no longer filled with fear and self-loathing; instead, she had confidence in herself and in the future.

She believed that although life was tough, and even though she had to live with someone else’s hopes in mind, having survived death, what did she have to fear?

Moreover, it was just some fat.

“You can do it, Abigail Green! You can do it, Abigail!”

The next morning,

After feeding Teddy, Abigail heard Pullan knocking on the door.

“Miss Abigail, are you ready?” Thinking about her surprisingly thick weight loss plan, Pullan had become more respectful towards her.

He felt that the second young master treated Miss Abigail differently.

Abigail answered and handed Teddy over to Kelly.

As the little one grew, he became harder to part with. Abigail was not at ease leaving him for even a moment and kept instructing Kelly for a long while. Eventually, Kelly had to push her out the door.

Seeing Pullan, Abigail instinctively glanced at his legs, “Still on the diet?”

Pullan nodded bitterly. He could not understand why the second young master suddenly wanted him to lose weight too. Especially after running ten laps the day before and casually mentioning it that evening, why did Miss Abigail look so upset upon hearing he was also on a diet? So he ran another ten laps around Piers’ Mansion and today his legs felt disconnected from his body.

Abigail frowned, slowly following Pullan to the garage.

When they arrived at Sincere, Pullan led her down the VIP passage.

What surprised Abigail was that although it was said to be a postnatal checkup, the arranged tests were very comprehensive, covering everything from ENT to gynecology, a full range of services.

When examining her abdominal muscles, the older gynecologist looked at the twisted scar on Abigail’s lower abdomen and could not help but frown, “Which hospital did the doctor who stitched this come from?”

Abigail lifted her head and smiled without answering. She could not very well say that she had forced a small nurse to stitch her up herself.

The older gynecologist did not need Abigail to reply, murmuring angrily, “It’s a sin, the hospitals nowadays really take in anyone.”

“It’s okay, it’s just a bit ugly, but it’s not a problem.” When she was still Dr. Smith, she had met this older gynecologist a few times. She was a very kind aunt, upright and kind-hearted. Her murmuring was full of pity for Abigail.

Hearing the patient comfort her, the doctor realized she had been indiscreet, “You have a really good temperament, young lady.”

Abigail smiled lightly, but she knew better than anyone that this scar might accompany her for the rest of her life unless treated surgically.

As she left the gynecology clinic, the old doctor, mistaking Pullan for Abigail’s husband, gave Pullan a severe glare.

Pullan, “…”

What did he do?